"Grandpa, Grandpa... let me taste it again" that's how the grandchildren usually ask for some of their favorite treats.
That's what it looked like when our great-grandfather brought fruit preserves from his pantry. Grandmother, then still a 10-year-old girl, told us that this moment was becoming very important for her and the other children. Great-grandfather Kieraszek, as my family used to call him, had a walrus mustache and loved to make preserves from fruit and vegetables coming from our orchard and field. However, love is maybe a bit of an exaggeration, he was just a fruit grower who combined the pleasant with the useful. <br><br> Running a farm allowed him to support his family, but it was a real pleasure for him to cook in a truly magical way dishes that seemed trivial on the surface, but delighted with their taste.
The great-grandfather explained with a smile that these extraordinary sensations are the result of the best ingredients combined according to his recipe. "It's all thanks to Grandpa Kieraszek" added Grandmother, "he's our tasty professor," and she laughed with us, that's what my grandma told me. The great-grandfather Kieraszek has forever become a professor of taste, who shares with us the true taste of his products...